Servants Of My Country...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

beyond
are the calciferous mountains
no buildings here

the boats are teeming
like a crowd in a busy
mall

the sea is blue silk
and the day is as silent
as a speechless
prophet

this i like to call
my second home away from
the home of my
childhood and here i feel
while sitting on the sand
watching the day pass by

a place that which i fear
shall be destroyedand
plundered
by all those who call
themselves
servants of my country....